by Leah Shay
"To what?"
"Mrs. Stern."
"Babe, I'm yours. What's the rush?"
I kissed him. The elevator doors opened. Shai and I entered. The doors closed with Jared standing there looking dejected.
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I had made an appointment at the salon for a full Brazilian wax. The way I was feeling right now, I couldn't handle any more torture down there. I'd just have to cancel if I wasn't up to it.
It was 11:30 when I made it to bed. I placed the ice cold soda bottle between my legs and the cold numbing relief was wonderful. The fire was quenched. I woke up later and was momentarily confused as to what the hard, hot thing between my legs was. Then I remembered the soda bottle. My v-jay was not on fire anymore and the swelling had subsided. I needed to do an inspection. In the bathroom, I placed a leg up on the counter and used Jared's mirror to examine my v-jay to see the damage he had caused.
The swelling had subsided, and was back to its pinkish hue. A slight discomfort was still there and I had that sensation of him being in me. Compared to what my v-jay looked like this morning, this was great improvement. I took some extra strength Motrin to help relieve the pain from the upcoming waxing.
This was my first time being waxed, and after hearing how smooth it gets from my coworkers, I decided to give it a try. The things a woman will do for her man! The thought of having the hairs pulled out from the roots from the most sensitive parts of my body was scary. I feared the pain. How much more torture could my v-jay take in one day?
I called Jared as I walked out of the apartment for the salon. Jess, his executive assistant, answered the phone.
"Jess, it's Kyra." I'm sure she knew it was me when I called because a K adorned with orchids displayed on his phone.
"Hi Kyra, Mr. Stern is in the gym and he does not like to be disturbed when he is working out."
"I'll call back. Thanks, Jess."
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"Kyra, darling, how are you?" Mike sashayed over to me. "You are looking lovely as ever." Mike took me to the private room where Vickie was waiting.
"So, Miss Harris" Vickie said in a very thick Spanish accent.
"Do you want Brazilian wax with the landing strip or the full?"
"The full, Vickie."
"Okay, Ms. Harris."
As Vickie was about to start, my phone rang. I was in no position to answer. Five minutes later my phone rang again.
"Do you want to get that?" Vickie asked.
"It can wait."
I was waxed and had hair removed in places I did not know hair grew. I was flipped and turned and placed in positions that would probably have given Jared a coronary. I was flat on my belly, spreading my butt cheeks when my phone rang again. Jared was not giving up. Waxing was painful, but I loved the end result. I was satin smooth.
"Would you like to try vajazzling?"
"Vajazzling? What is that?"
"I'll put Swarovski crystal down there in whatever design that you want."
"Not a bad idea. How about an orchid?"
"I can do that," Vicki said.
My phone started to ring non-stop. It was Jared.
"Hello."
"Kyra, where are you?"
"I'm downstairs at the salon."
"Why did you leave without saying something to somebody?"
"I called you before I left. Jess told me you were in the gym. Obviously you do not like to be disturbed during workout."
"That won't happen again," he mumbled. "Why did you leave without Shai?"
"I'm sorry, Jared, but I'm not used to being watched, followed, escorted or guarded. I get up and I go."
"She's at the salon," he said to someone.
"Please don't send anyone down here."
"I'm coming."
"I'll see you when I'm done. Bye, Jared."
"I'm ready, Vickie." I settled back on the table.
"An orchid," she verified.
"Yes." I should have let her put "Control Freak Not Welcome Here."
Fifty minutes later, my pubic area was bejeweled with colorful, sparkly Swarovski crystals.
"You like it?" Vickie asked as I looked at my pubic area in the mirror.
"I like it." Surprisingly the whole experience was not as embarrassing and uncomfortable as I thought it would be.
I thanked Vickie, tipped her, and left the private room. As I walked out of the room, I saw that Jared was seated by the door. No matter how upset I was with him, if I wasn't strong I would throw myself into his arms and melt. He stood up when he saw me. He was still dressed in his suit and looking as hot as ever.
"Kyra, please let someone know when you are going out."
"I called you. Can we talk later?" I said and continued to the reception desk.
"Kyra, they'll bill us."
I removed my Amex card from my wallet and held it out to the girl behind the desk. Her eyes fixed on Jared for approval.
"I'd like to pay my bill," I said to her.
If she wouldn't take my card, I'd pay cash. I put my card back in my wallet and left the cash on the desk.
"See you tomorrow, Mike," I called to Mike, who was doing a client's hair and pretending to be unaware of what was going on at the desk.
"Bye, Ms. Kyra," he called back.
Jared took my hand in his as we exited the salon. I was so angry, I was tempted to snatch my hand away from his, but resisted the urge. J.C. and Shai followed behind us. An elderly couple attempted to enter the elevator we were in and Shai kindly asked them to wait for the next one. J.C and Shai stood statuesque in front of us. The door closed, and I wondered why she did that when the elevator was large to enough to fit twelve people comfortably. Then it dawned on me that I'd never seen him ride in an elevator with other passengers.
Jared slipped his arms around my waist, turned and pinned me to the wall with his body. My phone and wallet fell to the ground with a soft throb. He lifted my chin, his eyes a combination of anger and passion. His lips found mine. I tightened my lips, refusing to let him in, but he was persistent, punishing me. His body pressed hard into mine, and I continued to squeeze my lips tightly together, refusing his punishing lips on mine. An uncomfortable pressure built in my chest and I realized that I was not breathing. I took a breath of precious air and he captured my lips with his. His tongue slipped triumphantly into my mouth. The raw aggression of that kiss; it was long, hard, juicy and so salacious. My v-jay pulsated to the rhythm of my heart. I moaned as my legs gave way and he held me up with his strong arms. He smiled pleasingly, and I was pacified. He licked my lips, upper and lower, slowly, tantalizingly. My moistened, saliva-covered lips parted willingly to allow entrance of his tongue to provocatively chase mine in circles. He caught my tongue and sucked on it like he would my clit. I forgot how angry I was at him and that J.C. and Shai were just a few feet from us in the elevator, pretending to be unaware of the make-out session taking place behind them. My hands were on his ass, squeezing and pulling him into me. He grew hard against me. I wanted his magic wand in me, pleasuring me, the remedy to my deep, intense hunger for him. His sensual tongue in my mouth had me in a desire-filled frenzy.
He could have fucked me right there in the elevator with our fellow passengers present and I would not have cared. I was weak, incapable of stopping his seductive advances.
Then he whispered in my ear, "I want to sink my tongue in your honey sweet, juicy pussy - my favorite delicacy." His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. My v-jay throbbed, craving his lustful tongue. He kissed behind my ear down the length of my neck while his hand slid between my thighs, his fingers stroking my dripping v-jay.
"Please," I begged. I wanted him to do that and more. I was glad to be wearing panties to avoid the self-consciousness of my fluids running down my leg. Then he stopped.
No, no, no! I pleaded with my eyes and stood on tip toe to reach his lips. He smiled that wicked smile and leaned against the wall of the elevator with his hands in his pocket. I stooped to pick my wallet and cell phone off the gr
ound. The elevator door opened. J.C. and Shai stood aside as I hastily retreated into the apartment to our bedroom.
What had happened in the elevator? I suddenly felt embarrassed. In our bedroom, I noticed I was alone. He did not follow me. I wanted him. I still ached for him. Such an orgasmic kiss that I still felt his lips on mine, tasted him in my mouth. I wanted him to finish what he had started, and he was not here. He had won. He knew my weakness. He had aroused me and let me down. He was brutal. Sex was his punishment and means of control.
I dialed his number. "Where are you, Jared?" I asked tersely.
"In the office."
"Are you going to finish what you started, or should I finish the job myself?"
"We'll have to finish later, Kyra."
"Don't you want to sink your tongue in my wet, warm delicacy?" I asked sexily.
I moaned sensually, stuck a finger in my mouth, and sucked on it loudly into the phone, pretending to be tasting myself.
"Umm...so sweet, babe. I taste so delightful, exciting, like strawberries and..."
The room door flew open. I jumped. He slammed it shut behind him.
"Let this be the last time you arouse me and leave me hanging, Jared Stern," I warned.
"If you want me to finish what I started, you better stop talking, Kyra."
He pressed a button on the remote. Dan Gibson's piano and violin piece beautifully intermixed with chirping songbirds and the pure cleansing sounds of the forest filled the room.
He smiled. "Is Nikki Wild out to play?" he asked as he quickly undressed and joined me in bed. I climbed on top of him and pulled my dress over my head. My round, perky breasts presented themselves to him. Leaning over I brushed a nipple across his lips. The tip of his tongue reached up and licked my nipple as it hovered over his wanting lips. His tongue circled my nipple, sucking and pulling at it. Something stirred deep within me. He rolled me onto the bed and pulled my soaking panties off. He paused, a surprised look on his face.
"You like?" I asked as he stared at my vajazzeled pubic area.
"It deserves to be adorned with the most precious gems, not crystals."
He traced the jeweled orchid with his fingertip, following the stem down to my clit and down till his fingers were in me. He lowered his head and teased my clit with his tongue. It sprouted yearningly from his hiding place between my labias. His fingers vigorously stroked my v-jay, in and out, stimulating my g-spot. I writhed and moaned under his magical finger. They had awakened the burning passion and the burning pain. He turned me over on my belly, spread my legs with his thighs, and traced his secretion-covered fingers from my overflowing fountain of pleasure up between my cheeks. My body trembled as his wet fingers circled my anus.
"Would you like me to fuck you in your ass, babe?" he whispered in my ears.
My butt cheeks quivered.
"Would you?" he repeated as his finger circled my anus.
"Yes," I answered breathlessly.
"Please let me know if it's too painful."
I nodded.
Anal sex was so taboo. I was taken aback that a manly man like Jared Stern would want to go through the backdoor. What was it about anal sex that a heterosexual man would want to go there? What made it so different from vaginal sex?
He slowly inserted a finger in my anus, priming my ass for his dick. I moaned at the discomfort. How could this be pleasurable? Mentally, I told myself to calm down, breathe, relax. It failed. I was too tense. Slowly, in and out, his finger delved into my bottom. A searing pain ripped through my anus as he entered another lubricated finger. I grunted loudly at the addition. As an outlet for the pain, I closed my eyes and tightened my fists until my nails bit into the palm of my hands. It felt like my ass was split open. He stopped.
"Is this too much for you, babe? Do you want me to stop?" Jared asked, sensing my agony.
"No," I answered and winced as my anus strained around his imposing fingers.
He tenderly caressed my butt cheek with his free hand, opening and closing it as he slowly worked my ass with his fingers. Each movement of his fingers set off a series of stinging pain. Worried his fingers were not a fitting match for his impressive dick, I prepared myself for the inevitable pain; but not even my high tolerance for pain could help the horrific pain my ass would be subjected to.
Jared moaned as his fingers slid slowly in and out of my bottom. His penis swelled and throbbed against my leg. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over. I was going to be torn to shreds. How did anyone enjoy this? It was going to be the last time he'd stick anything up my ass. This orifice was not meant to put things into. I wouldn't be able to sit comfortably on my butt for days. He had set my v-jay ablaze earlier today, so that I had to utilize ice therapy. Now it was going to be my ass. I was going to end up with anal fissures and a trip to the hospital. My ass was off limits from now on.
"So hot, tight, and velvety," Jared said as he withdrew his fingers.
My body had betrayed me. Warm, wet secretions coated my inner thighs originating from the painful punishment his fingers inflicted on my ass. I must have been sexually aroused, and could not understand how this had happened. I lay there terrified of his next move. My insides trembled from nerves.
The cold lube he applied to my primed anus was welcomed, but it did little to help the fire he had set to it. Jared positioned me on my side with him behind me. He placed my hand on my butt and instructed me to spread it. I did as I was told. My pink flower below my burning anus unfolded and opened up to him with the movement. A mild ache stirred through my v-jay up into my pelvis. I waited for his insertion, hoping that he opted for my pink, wet, warm, silky v-jay that was secreting its juices in readiness. Jared held me close with one arm and, with the next, positioned his penis against my resisting, uncharted anus.
Jared's body shivered with desire as the head of his penis touched my anus. My body tensed preparing for the ensuing pain of his huge dick in my virgin ass.
"Relax, baby," Jared cajoled. "Relax."
How could I when the man I loved was about to rip my ass apart and seemed to enjoy doing so? How did women tolerate this? I tried to convince myself that it was my first time. I'd get used to it; I'd like it eventually.
I guess not.
My anus resisted his hard, yearning dick. Each gentle probe felt like he was slicing into my ass. He held me in his arms snuggly as he tried to break the resisting barrier of my tight ass. My sphincter resisted the intrusion. Then with a small thrust, the head of his penis broke through my resisting butt. An agonal groan escaped me as a searing pain ripped through my ass. I dug my nails into the arm he had wrapped around me, my teeth biting into my lip as I waited and prayed for the agony to subside. He stopped moving. My ass was stretched beyond its limits and he was barely in.
"Do you want me to stop, babe?"
"No," I whimpered.
Not only did I want to test my limits, but I also wanted so desperately to please him. I could feel his dick throbbing, wanting to explore deeper into my virgin ass where no other dick had ever ventured.
"You're in control, baby. Fuck me with your ass."
Timidly I eased my butt back on his penis. My anus stung with each inward thrust, sending a numbing, somewhat blissful, tingle throughout my body. His left hand, gently placed across my belly, guided my movement.
Your baby is in there.
I continued to push my butt back against him gingerly. His hand moved down to my clit. It pouted out from between its protective lips, plump and ripe under his stimulating fingers. My pelvis ached, my v-jay oozed its juices down my thigh. Jared began to thrust, slowing in and out of my bottom. The stinging, burning pain did not subside, but the building yearning in my pelvis was greatly intensified from the pummeling my ass was receiving. Conflicted, I wanted him to stop and, at the same time, I didn't. I could not voice the words even if I had wanted him to stop. He was enjoying it too much. His pleasurable moans interlaced with "Oh, baby, your ass feels so good." And "I love fucking your a
ss" revealed his enjoyment of my backside. The pleasure my ass delivered had Jared in such an ecstatic state, he forgot how much pain he was bestowing on my backside. I lay there hoping for relief from the pain of his intruding, enormous penis into my abused anus.
Jared continued to stimulate my clitoris. It was ripe and full, highly sensitive to his fingertips. The burning in my ass and the deep, intense aching in my v-jay and pelvis comingled. The intensity rocked my body as it traveled upwards. A maddening frenzy of erotic delight took over my body. The sensation of him being in my ass and the pain magnified the intense heat in me. My toes began to tingle and a numbing feeling traveled up my leg. I convulsed as an electrical jolt swept through my entire body.
"Fuck my ass, baby," I pleaded as the ecstatic experience overcame the tortuous pain. I could not believe that came from me.
Immediately he thrust his hips harder and my rectum sucked him all the way in. My breath caught in my throat and I stifled the agonizing howl in the pillow. He let out a carnal groan, and his body shivered. He passionately fucked my ass. In and out his dick went, until he was buried fully in me. My ass griped him tightly. His breathing grew labored, and his groans got louder as the throbbing in his penis increased. Pleasure overcame the pain. I was intoxicated.
"Holy shit!"...I shouted as the intense energy exploded from my genitalia. My entire body shivered uncontrollably. I covered his hands with mine to stop him from stimulating my clitoris. The maddening rapture was too much for me to contain. If he had taken me any higher, I would have ended up a raving lunatic. Simultaneously my pleasure fluids coated my thighs as his throbbing dick spit its contents deep within me. I waited as the passion slowly dissipated from my body, bringing me back to sanity.
He slowly withdrew his brutalizing weapon. I prayed my ass returned to some semblance of what it was, and that I would not need medical attention. As his penis vacated my bottom, an offensive sound resonated from my ass.
That was embarrassing but normal, I suppose.
I sat on the toilet scared to even pee. I gritted my teeth as I slowly let the pee dribble out. It stung my battered vagina. I timidly wiped my backside. The gentlest touch was horrendous and the paper was stained with blood. Unlike my v-jay, the pain to my backside was continuous. I took an extra strength Motrin to ease the pain, even though I knew I needed something stronger.